Shackles of Love#32#MG Chapter 73-75 - Page 78

CHAPTER 75:

Chapter 75:

Maan sat on his desk, twirling an invitation card in his hand.

It was from Chopra Enterprises.

He should have known Sameera wouldn't give up so easily. Her determination to follow through on her dreams was something which had made him admire her and then hate her. But now, he was just amused. Sameera didn't seem to be getting the message that he wanted nothing to do with her. Maybe he needed to show her that he had really moved beyond all this.

By accepting this invitation, he would show her that she meant less than nothing to him.

And maybe he could have some fun while he was at it, he smirked.

He thought back to Geet's remarks about him, err her so called boss and grimaced. He doubted Annie would ever let him live it down, and he needed to act fast before Annie overcame her guilt from the recent fiasco and started making his life hell again.

Having made the decision, he immediately typed out a mail and sent it to Geet. It was high time anyway that she came to know that he was her boss. He didn't want any more secrets between them. He wanted a fresh start, a clean slate with no shadows of the past clouding over them and no secrets, no matter how small, waiting to explode in their lives.

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On the other hand, Geet was also day-dreaming about her morning.

Everyone in KC was blessed with her dazzling smile as she went about her work, smiling and chatting with everyone. She tried to keep the smile of her face, but it burst forth unbidden, her happiness visible for all to see.

Her thoughts were broken by the ping signifying a received mail. Making a face at being disturbed, she lazily opened her mail box only to get the shock of her life.

Geet's eyes popped as she read the mail.

Her eyes widened in shock as she read further, trying hard to assimilate what she was reading.

Did her buddha khussat toothless boss just order her to come to a party with him? Telling her to wear something nice!

Babaji!

Was he flirting with her? She thought aghast.

Soon her shock transformed into anger at his temerity and her blood started boiling, "Besharam kahi ka!! Chi chi Babaji! Aise bhi log hote hai." She quickly typed out a denial mail and sent it across, while cursing him in her mind.

Maan, who was expecting her reply laughed as he read through her denial, which although politely worded reeked of his cute wife's curses. He could imagine her red cheeks puffed with anger and her eyes shooting deadly sparks.

But he was MSK after all, and he would get what he wanted. He typed off another mail reminding her that it was in her contract that she had to accompany him to official parties as his secretary whenever required.

He could imagine her face when she realized who her boss was. He knew she would be angry at his subterfuge, but he had his ways to pacify her, he smirked.

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Geet was in a dilemma. She didn't want to go to any party with her boss, but she didn't know how to avoid it. Maan had got her this job with so many expectations; she didn't want to disappoint him by doing something unprofessional. Maybe she was imagining the flirty nature of the mail, after all whoever it was, Maan knew him, hai na? Maan wouldn't let her work any place he wasn't sure about. Saying so, she calmed herself, and typed out an acceptance mail grudgingly.

All instincts screamed against it, but she ignored them and sent the mail. However, she was jittery in the aftermath and jumped out of her chair when someone tapped her from behind.

"Are Pinky, tu ne to mujhe dara diya!" She exclaimed, as she saw Adi Sir and Pinky in front of her.

Adi Sir was her lifeline in this company; he treated her like a younger sibling, ensuring that she was well. Pinky was a cute bubbly girl who was the receptionist. They were the closest thing to friends she had here. In the time she had been working here, she had become immensely fond of both of them and generally asked them for help if she was stuck with something.

She now smiled welcomingly; glad to have someone there to take her mind off things.

"Are Geet! Tu itni pareshaan kyu hai? Kuch hua hai kya?" Pinky asked seeing her friend in a frazzled state.

At first Geet was about to deny anything, but then she thought she might take some advice since Adi Sir must definitely be knowing the boss. So she hesitatingly outlined her problem, about not wanting to go alone to any party with the boss. Adi who knew about Geet and Maan was confused over what was happening, but he kept mum, knowing Maan Sir wouldn't appreciate the interference. Maan Sir had been very adamant about Geet not knowing he was the MD of KC, so what game was he playing now?

However Pinky had no such inhibitions as she too didn't know who was the boss, neither his relation with Geet.

"Arre Geet! Iss me tension lene ki kya baat hai! Tu ek kaam kar. Apne husband ko bhi saath le jaa. Tu ne bataya tha na tere husband bhi construction business me hai? So he will fit right in and tera problem bhi solve ho jayega aur boss ko bura bhi nahi lagega!"

Geet's face lit up at Pinky's idea while Adi wanted to bang his head on the nearby wall. He tried to shut up Pinky but the girls shushed him and made their own plans while Adi prayed for Pinky's neck if Maan Sir ever came to know the truth.

Jumping at the idea, Geet immediately decided to call him and Pinky who was curious about Geet's hubby as she had never seen him, convinced her to talk on the speaker so she could help out if needed.

Maan was busy in his preparations and was surprised to see that Geet was calling him in the middle of the day. She never did that! A smile of pure delight curved his lips, a smile not many people were privileged enough to see.

"Arre Geet tum...? I was just thinking about u..." Maan claimed making Geet smile back, her worries of a few hours forgotten.

"Sacchi??"

"Kabhi jhooth bola hai tum se?" He asked in mock hurt while crossing his fingers convincing his conscience that omission of the truth was not technically a lie.

"Hmmm..." Geet blushed, and then cleared her throat, "Kyu waise?"

"Wo kya hai na...my sugar levels have come down and I am feeling weak. I think I am in dire need of some of your special brand of sweetness..." he murmured suggestively in his husky sensuous voice making her gasp "Maan!!" as she dove wildly for the receiver before Maan said anything else which would make her turn permanently red. She avoided looking at Pinky whose eyebrows had nearly disappeared as her eyes widened and she sighed seeing the romantic fairytale brewing between her friend and her hubby while Adi tried to merge with the wall and disappear.

Geet made a pleading face asking them to leave which Pinky wanted to ignore, but Adi grabbed her and dragged her out not wanting to intrude any more. Pinky huffed as they reached out muttering about people learning something by watching other people and glared at Adi before stalking away.

"I can feel your blushes right down the line..." Maan teased her as Geet tried colleting herself. "So what do you say haan? Should I come over to your office...? Your boss anyways doesn't come to the office so I am sure he wouldn't mind if we put his cabin to some better use..." He went on outrageously and then laughed outright as she started with her Babaji chants.

He listened as she complained about him to her Babaji for a few minutes before interrupting her, "Agar baat tumhe apne Babaji se hi karni thi to mujhe kyu phone kiya Geet?"

"Aap na ekdum besharam ho gaye ho! Chaddo! Koi baat nahi karni mujhe aapse! Agar koi ye sab sun leta to?" she asked in a mortified tone.

"Geet, generally when you are speaking on a phone, only the two people who are on the line have the privileged of hearing what is being said." he muttered, "Unless you are broadcasting your call for everyone in your office..." he added caustically.

"Nahi nahi! Aisa kuch nahi hai..." Geet denied immediately, looking at her Babaji in apology for the white lie. "Mai to aevehi keh rahi thi..."

"Anyways, was there a reason to your call or were you just missing me?" he asked, his tone back to flirty.

"Maan... actually wo..." she hesitated. When Pinky was there it had seemed like a brilliant idea, now she wasn't sure whether Maan would appreciate her dragging him into her office issues.

Maan sensed her mood and immediately became concerned, "Bolo na Geet. Kya hua?"

Somewhat reassured by his tone, she cautiously told him about her dinner party with her boss, leaving aside her worries about the flirtatious nature of the letter. Knowing Maan, he would definitely flip. She ended with asking him if he could accompany her to the party as she would feel awkward to go alone. However to her consternation, Maan just calmly reminded her that it was her duty to go to this party and she should learn to handle her responsibilities. All the more, he was busy as he had an important meeting at night and so he couldn't accompany her.

"Theek hai mat aayiye! Agli baar se kabhi kuch nahi kahungi aapko! Pehle wo gandi si CD bana ke de di jisme itne vadde vadde wade kiye, ek baar bhi tareef nahi ki. Abhi to un wado ko bhi nahi pura kar rahe hai!" She snapped while Maan bit his cheek to control his laughter as he heard the dial tone on the other end.

Looks like he would have to hear about the CD for the whole of his life unless he remedied it soon, he sighed.

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Geet came home in a foul mood, angry and slightly disappointed. She had been so sure that Maan would agree to go with her, that he would call back and agree, but nothing of the sort had happened and his denial had hurt her. She tried to shrug it off convincing herself that maybe Maan really was busy and had some other work.

But that didn't stop her from showing her annoyance. Poor Pinky had had to bear the brunt of her disgruntled mood when she had ventured back to query the outcome of the call.

To irk her more, Maan wasn't even around when she went home. In spite of her hurt, she had been missing him and wanted to see him and be with him, especially since she knew she wouldn't be able to be with him in the evening! "Par unko to teri padhi hi nahi hai! Dekh kaise ignore kar rahe hai tujhe. Bas phone pe hi badi badi baatein kartein rehte hai..." she cribbed recollecting his naughty talks of the morning and feeling disappointed. But then she rebuked herself, "Chi chi Geet! Tu bhi na!" blushing as her imagination provided her with memories of what could have been had he been home.

Hurriedly clearing her mind of all thoughts, she went about getting her things together for the party, selecting a plain and elegant suit deliberately. There was no way she was wearing any saree for that khadoos, she decided indignantly as she made her way to the bathroom to grab a shower, turning on the radio on her way. She enjoyed a leisurely bath, listening to the music and then wrapped herself in a towel as she ventured out.

Plz watch the VM... the stanza ka order has been changed in teh update n VM.. so dont play the song anywher else😆

[YOUTUBE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1OdBjWbkOA[/YOUTUBE]

(Music)

Maan entered the bedroom only to stop in his tracks as he saw her coming out of bathroom. He couldn't breathe for the vision of perfection standing in front of him.

She stopped when she saw him, only her face peeking out from behind the door, innocence oozing out of her. Her wet hair was dripping water and sensuality. The droplets were kissing her skin as they made their way from her temple along her cheek, down her chin and finally inside the knot of her towel. It was all Maan could do to contain himself as lust rushed through his veins making him want to trace that drop for himself. He was brought out of his wild imaginations by Geet's pleading eyes which begged him to leave the room.

He nodded in a no while smirking widely, making Geet pout in anger and go back inside and slam the door on his face. After some time, Maan called out that he was leaving and that she could come out. Geet waited until she heard the door of the bedroom close behind him before she came out only to be caught by a firm hand as he backed her up against the door.

Husn E Jana Ki Tareef Mumkin Nahi (It is not possible to praise the beauty of beloved.)

Aafreen Aafreen, Aafreen Aafreen (O the most beautiful one!)

Tu Bhi Daikhay Agar To Kahay Humnasheen (Even if you see my beloved, you would also say)

Aafreen Aafreen, Aafreen Aafreen (O the most beautiful one!)

Geet was about to say something when suddenly she heard the voice of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan. Glancing around, she realized that it wasn't coming from the radio but from Maan's phone. He stared into her eyes as the words sang out, their breaths mingling and their heartbeats beating to the sound of the music. Their eyes met and locked, both of them lost in their togetherness before Geet remembered that she was angry on him and turned away. A lock of hair fell over her eye distracting Maan and he reached out to sensuously tuck it behind her ear, his finger trailing lightly over it, sending shivers down Geet's spine. Geet wanted to melt into his arms right then with his intense eyes boring into her, warming her up and she clenched her fists tightly in order to control her wayward desires. However, it was easier said than done. His eyes compelled her to look at him not allowing her to hide from him, as he leaned down to seal her lips with his.

After a long slow intimate kiss which made her toes curl, Maan pulled away and gave her a wrapped parcel. "It's your first official party, so this is a small gift from me. Agar acchi lagi to pehan lena."

Geet's eyes turned luminous at his words, unshed tears making them appear bigger. No one had ever given her a gift without her asking for it or for festivals. The fact that Maan had thought so much about her overwhelmed her and she nodded her head in acceptance, unable to verbalize her feelings.

She tried to say something but Maan nodded his head to quiet her, his eyes assuring her that words were not needed.

He then lightly placed his finger on his lips and then touched her lips with the same finger and left the room, the gesture so sweet that a tear escaped her before she could hold it back.

She opened the packet to find a beautiful orange saree wrapped up prettily along with a note.

For my lovely wife,

Some things are beyond appreciation and words fall short to express them. It might be easy for other to describe your beauty in words, but your mere presence renders me speechless.

Husn E Jana Ki Tareef Mumkin Nahi Aafreen Aafreen, Aafreen Aafreen

Tu Bhi Daikhay Agar To Kahay Humnasheen Aafreen Aafreen, Aafreen Aafreen

Maan.

She blushed at his gesture, unable to believe that this was the same Maan who couldn't even string two words together to respond to her. His actions were enveloping her in a warm cocoon which made everything appear more beautiful and welcoming. It was like living in a fairytale and she prayed hard to Babaji to never break it.

Aisa Daikha Nahi Khoobsurat Koi (I never saw anyone so beautiful)

Jism Jaisay Ajanta Ki Moorat Koi ({Her} body is like the images of Ajanta)

Jism Jaisay Nigaahon Pay Jaado Koi (body is like a spell on eyes)

Jism Naghma Koi, Jism Khushboo Koi (body is like a song [and] perfumed)

Jism Jaisay Machalti Hoi Raagni (body is like ecstatic music)

Jism Jaisay Mehekti Hoi Chandni (body is like sweet-smelling moon-light)

Jism Jaisay Ke Khilta Hoi Aik Chaman (body is like a blooming garden)

Jism Jaisay Ke Sooraj Ki Pehli Kiran (body is like the first ray of the Sun)

Jism Tarsha Hoa Dil-kash O Dil-nasheen (body is like carved statue, eye-catching and arresting)

Sandali Sandali, Marmari Marmari ( like sandalwood, like marble.)

Sandali Sandali, Marmari Marmari (like sandalwood, like marble.))

Husn E Jana Ki Tareef Mumkin Nahi (It is not possible to praise the beauty of beloved.)

Aafreen Aafreen, Aafreen Aafreen (O the most beautiful one!)

Reverently Geet caressed the folds of the saree as she stood in front of the mirror, admiring its simple elegance. The colour contracted prettily with her pale skin, making it look luminous in the glowing light. She had curled her hair slightly to give it some bounce and she stepped back to admire the effects of her handiwork. She kept glancing at the door, hoping Maan would come in to see her all dressed up, after all the efforts she was taking to look good.

So lost was she in her reverie that she was taken by surprise when a pair of strong arms encircled her from behind and she was pulled against his chest.

"Aaj kayamat dhane ka irada hai?" He whispered in her ear, his warm breath trailing along her ear making her go all shivery. He removed the necklace she had been wearing, and replaced it with a dainty tear drop neck piece, fastening it at the back and dropping a kiss at her nape.

He then took the sindoor box which was in her hand and taking a pinch applied it to her parting, marking her as solely his. Geet shied and looked down, turning a brilliant red at the admiration visible in his eyes.

She touched the necklace he had fastened around her neck, a shadow crossing her face as she for the first time since her return felt the missing mangalsutra. In her anger and despair, she had removed it and given it back to him, and now she didn't know how to ask him for it. That is if he still had it and he hadn't thrown it away in anger.

Maan was hugging her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder as he watched the play of emotions across her face. He gently questioned her about it, but a subdued Geet just brushed it away murmuring about being late to the party and successfully distracting him.

Aankhein Daikhe To Mein Daikhta Reh Gaya (I could not keep off my eyes after seeing her eyes)

Jaam Do Aur Donon He Do Aatisha (they are like two cups of wine and that too, burning)

Aankhein Ya Maikade Ke Yeh Do Baab Hein (are these eyes or two doors of wine-house)

Aankhein Inko Kahoon Ya Kahoon Khuwaab Hein (Are those real or this is just a dream)

Aankhein Neechi Huwi To Haya Bun Gayi (her downward glance is abashness)

Aankhein Unchi Howi To Dua Bun Gayi (her upward glance is prayer)

Aankhein Uth Ker Jhuki To Ada Bun Gayi (when eyes look down after upwards glance, is like a style)

Aankhein Jhuk Ker Uthi To Qaza Bun Gayi (when eyes look up after downwards glance, its became a punishment)

Aankhein Jin Mein Qaid Aasman O Zameen (eyes, in which arrested are the sky and the earth)

Nargisi Nargisi, Surmayi Surmayi (like Narcissus , greyish)

Nargisi Nargisi, Surmayi Surmayi (like Narcissus , greyish)

Aafreen Aafreen, Aafreen Aafreen (O the most beautiful one!)

Husn E Jana Ki Tareef Mumkin Nahi (It is not possible to praise the beauty of beloved.)

Aafreen Aafreen, Aafreen Aafreen (O the most beautiful one!)

Geet reached the party in an office car which had come to receive her. She was curious as well as apprehensive to meet her boss face to face for the first time. However, there was no sign of him anywhere even when she reached the party.

Adi was there and he immediately came forward and herded Geet off to meet some clients. Geet was talking to some clients when she felt someone's gaze on her. She looked around, trying to spot who it was, but couldn't find anyone. She shrugged it off as her imagination, but the feeling refused to go away, becoming stronger with each passing minute, until she could feel his presence in the air around her.

"Maan..." She whispered as a talisman, knowing with a certainty that he was nearby. Her eyes were seeking him everywhere, even as she talked and smiled with the client, a restlessness gripping her as his shadow refused to go away.

Maan looked at her from behind the pillar, nothing her restlessness. Her eyes which were the mirror to her soul, gave her away. As if reading his mid, her lashes fell down, covering her orbs, hiding them away from him. He smiled as she looked up and complained to her Babaji, knowing he must be at the end of her complaints.

Maan was enjoying his cat and mouse game, reveling in her love which she couldn't hide. However, as time went by, the luminosity of her eyes started dimming as she found herself giving up hope that he was there. Unable to watch her helplessness further, he decided to end this and confront her.

Precap:

"Mujhe pata tha Maan, tum zaroor aaoge." she beamed, a brilliant smile illuminating her gorgeous face.

Who said to whom😈

Author's Note :